My first full day here was spent going around Alexandra, the township that Mandela called home when he left the transkei (down south). It's said to be very rough, high crime, etc. but my experience quite pleasant. I was told that locking the car when we parked was not necessary. Maybe it's just world cup fever, but there were only smiliing faces ready to greet foreigners. The vuvuzelas - the buzzing horns you hear as you watch the games - are everywhere. In order to avoid going crazy, i decided to join the ranks, and by the evening i was blowing my vuvuzela out the car window.
Mike and I heading to a fan park with our hosts to watch the opening ceremonies and the opening match. In the middle of 20,000+ fans - mostly locals - I started to envision what a stampede would look like. So cramed my feet were falling asleep, no moment was greater than when South Africa took a 1-0 lead and everyone found a way to stand up and hug everyone around - strangers and all. even after it ended 1-all, the vuvuzelas accompanied us all the way home.
Brits v Yanks tomorrow.....
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I love your blog. Thanks for letting me virtually tag along. So exciting!!! And the status on your backpack?
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ReplyDeleteYou will be so proud of your big sister. I taped and watched the entire match USA vs. England including all of the commentary. I'm saving it in case you want to see the televised version when you return. Please tell me you are wearing ear plugs. Kevin thinks the vuvuzelas are enough to push a mentally unstable person over the literal edge. Has your luggage arrived yet? Glad you are having a great time. Love, Ang